the last minutes of the Titanic
the band leader motioned for the men to keep playing
They were not getting off alive, but they could go down with music
confusion and yelling was heard from all sides of the deck
cowardly men were dressing like women, hoping for a life boat seat
the kitchen was breaking apart now
you could hear loud cracking and groaning
sturdy white cups for third class were falling out of cupboards
also the pretty cornflower plates for the regular passengers
in short order, the gold leaf fine china would be hitting the water
the band leader and his brave men kept playing
they could hear sobbing and screaming then another loud crack
the iceberg had torn into the middle of the Titanic
She flew up into the air, and then hurled herself down
plunging into the icy waters with an unnatural rapid force
Eight hundred died that day, and seven hundred lived
The bandleader and his men walked into heaven together.
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